JeRK’s Mix Without A Name

Wassup paint huffers. It’s time for a belated installment of booty-basement trap grooves.

FWP master chef got up in his Chicago kitchen and is servin’ up an hour of hyphy party madness, with one strong undercurrent of bass from start to finish. It leaves an after-taste of the funkiest variety. And of course, it comes covered in JeRKsauce.

Um, this one doesn’t have a name. Well, we like to think it just doesn’t need one. Or we’re lazy. Don’t give us that look.

Check below for the full tracklisting, download this bitch, listen to it in your car, while you take a bath, while you touch yourself, whatever. And show love on the facebooks.